Psychological Drama · fiction
The Warmth We Stopped Taking for Granted
By five o’clock on New Year’s Eve, the condo smelled like roasted herbs, fresh bread, lemon, and the mushroom sauce my husband Arthur always said reminded him of the first year we were married. Outside, snow had begun collecting along the sidewalks, softening the hard edges of the city. From our ninth-floor windows, I could see headlights...
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- Genre
- Psychological Drama
- Audience
- Adult readers
- Chapters
- 6
- Fiction status
- fiction
- Editorial responsibility
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